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My disabled werewolf boy!!!!!!!!!!!

More representation of the disabled werewolf pls

To celebrate pride month, here is a reminder that this scene exists.

You’re welcome

Remus: Oh have you guys seen David Bowie?

Remus: I mean- that man- he’s absolutely stunning.

Remus: gorgeous really

James: ahem.

Remus:

Remus: I still love Sirius!

James: wouldn’t hurt to say that once in a while *sassy eye roll*

Tell me youre a toxic Marauders stan without telling me😂

Anddddd you know what let's get into it:😜

What the actual fuck?!

Simply because of a child like spite? My arse Remus almost killed him! TWICE! Regardless of who's fucking fault it was had it not been for Snape stepping between Harry Ron Hermione and Remus (in his werewolf form) they would have died and Remus would have most likely benn put down if he killed them! SO NOT ONLY WAS IT NOT SEVERUS' FAULT THAT REMUS DIDNT TAKE THE POTION THAT SNAPE MADE FOR HIM HE HAD EVERY RIGHT TO BE UPSET WITH LUPIN AND MORE IMPORTANTLY BLACK! HELL SIRIUS TRIED TO KILL HIM USING REMUS SO IN A WAY HE WAS AFRAID OF THE GODAMM WEREWOLF

for everyone else who is a decent hauman being unlike this☝️ individual thanks for coming to my rant❤️

reminder that when snape outed remus lupin as a werewolf, he not only ruined any chance of lupin getting a decent job a again (basically destroyed his career), but also the chances of every single other werewolf in the country because the wizarding law got changed, simply due to childlike spite.

Loss | Remus Lupin x Reader

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ࣪˖⤷ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ࣪ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ˖ ⤷

Pairing: Remus Lupin x GN!Reader WC: 504 CW: talks of death (non descriptive), talks of grief, feelings of guilt, no use of Y/N. Author's Note: I lost someone that I grew up with today and I just needed somewhere to express myself. Summary: Remus is there for you while you mourn the lost of an old friend.

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Once you get off the phone you just stare at the wall, into nothingness. 

When your mom called you, you just thought it was just to check in on you; catch up maybe gossip a little. The last thing you expected was her telling you that someone you grew up with was now dead. That someone you were close to at one point in time was now gone.

It's a strange feeling. Mourning someone you haven't seen or talked to in years. You felt guilty. Not only for being estranged from that person but for mourning them at all.

What right did you have to be sad that he's gone? You hadn't seen or talked to him in years, but at the same time you grew up with him. You had seen him almost everyday for years. You had spent birthdays, holidays and milestones together. Your families were once close. You were once a part of each other's family. He was family.

But now he's gone.

It feels weird when someone dies. It's weird to know that there's one less person in the world. When someone dies it's hard not to feel like the world got just a little bit smaller. The world feels different.

You didn't realize Remus was home until he was crouching in front of you with a worried look on his face, you also didn't realize you were crying until you felt him softly brushing your tears from your face. When your eyes met his, you just sent him a weak smile through the tears that continued streaming down your face. 

“What happened darling? Why are you crying?” Remus spoke so softly and quietly that if it hadn't been almost completely silent in your home you were sure you wouldn't have heard him at all.

You took a deep breath trying to ground yourself before speaking. “Mum called. She told me that someone I grew up with passed today.” You whispered feeling as if you said it louder than it would make it more real.

Remus just sighed pulling you into a hug softly running his hand up and down your back. You couldn't help but cry more. Remus always made you feel safe enough to be vulnerable around him, so you knew you could cry your eyes out without any judgment from him. You didn't have to be strong in front of him. You could just let your inner child out and them cry for their friend.

Remus held you for the rest of that night just listening to you cry and laugh as you told him stories about your friend. Sometimes you would laugh so much that for a second you would forget that he's gone, then after you would cry because you would remember that he's gone. 

It was a long night to say the least and you knew it was going to be a hard few days but you knew it would be manageable as long as Remus was by your side. Which he always was.

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First Home | Poly!Moonwaterkiller x GN!Reader

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ࣪˖⤷ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ࣪ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ˖ ⤷

Pairing: Remus Lupin X Regulus Black X Barty Crouch Jr x GN Reader WC: 1,094 CW: Poly Relationship, Anxiety, talks of Remus being in pain Author's Note: Heyyyy so like I know I haven’t been here for a while but I’m hoping I’ll be getting back into this😌🖤 Summary: Remus nervous about his first full moon in the new house

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Remus was pretty happy with his life at this point. 

He had great friends, a promising career and the most perfect and loving partners he could ask for.

But that didn't change the fact that for one night a month he absolutely loathed his life. 

He hated the moon almost as much as he hated himself during the moon.

Though over the years he had learned to accept what he was significantly more than he used to. 

He had learned to tolerate it. To live with it.

But that didn’t mean it didn't scare the absolute hell out of him most of the time. 

Especially when the conversation of moving in with his partners came into the loop. 

He was feeling beyond apprehensive about the idea of it all. 

It wasn't because he didn't love his partners, quite the opposite actually. It was because he loved them so much that the thought of accidentally hurting them or cursing them with the same fate as himself or… worse…  would often send him into a spiral of anxiety, overthinking and self loathing.

But eventually after months of reassurance -and Barty pouting- Remus caved and agreed that the four of you should finally move in together.

So after weeks of searching for a home -which according to you and Barty felt like it was taking ‘fucking forever’- you finally found your perfect home and moved in as soon as possible. 

That was a few weeks ago now and last night was the first full moon in the new house. 

Yesterday before nightfall Remus was beyond terrified. 

His mind had been clouded with overthinking and the absolute worst scenarios his brain could manage all day.

So when he woke up still in the basement that he and your entire friend group had spent countless hours reinforcing and charming -to Remus’s standards and preferences of course- he was so grateful. 

So grateful in fact that he was able to be distracted by the pain in his body a few moments longer than normal.

But eventually the pain consumed his body like it normally did.

For what could have been a few minutes or a few hours -Remus wasn't really sure- he just laid there looking up at the ceiling of the basement basking in the pain that ran through his body and his normal post full moon self loathing. Just completely lost in his own mind that was until he was pulled out by the sound of your voice.

“Moons? Are you awake?”

The sound of your voice had involuntarily brought a smile to Remus’s face and sent a wave of calm and comfort over him.

“Yea I’m awake love.” Remus groaned while sitting up feeling a few of his joints popping and his muscles tensing up.

It didn't take long for him to hear the sound of your footsteps coming down the stairs with a hot cup of coffee -that you meticulously made sure was exactly to his liking- and his favorite blanket in hand. 

Both things Remus had gladly and gratefully accepted.

“We made breakfast, if you're up for it.”

The sweet softens off your voice was slightly interrupted by Regulus chuckling.

“And of course by ‘we’ Y/N means they did the majority of the cooking since we all know I can't cook to save my life and we value our health enough to not want a repeat of when Barty tried to cook dinner for us the other week.”

Remus couldn't help but laugh a little, no matter how much it hurt, when he heard a very dramatic gasp from Barty.

“I'll have you know Black that I'm an excellent cook, you're just too much of a prick to appreciate such perfection.”

Remus continued to chuckle at the very familiar childish bickering happening between two of his lovers. 

He was actually enjoying the small distraction so much that he didn't notice when you sat next to him until he felt your shoulder brush against him.

“How are you feeling really, Remus?”

Remus couldn't help the small sigh that escaped his lips when he heard your words. “As good as to be expected love… I'm just grateful I didn’t get out and hurt one of you or worse...” 

You sighed softly and looked at Remus with a soft and loving look in your eyes. “Remus, I know you're worried but this bassment is a fortress. We'll be fine.”

Though you sounded so sure in your words Remus still wasn't fully convinced. 

His mind was already starting to spiral at this point with the possibilities and of the dangers that he imposed on the three most important people in his life.

Remus hadn't even realized he was now staring off into the black abyss of his coffee cup that was currently warming his hands till you placed your hand on top of his gaining his full attention.

When Remus’s eyes met yours he couldn't deny the love and honesty that he saw swimming in them which made your next words comfort him.

“We are fine. We will be fine. I know your anxiety won't go away but you need to remember that you have done everything in your power to ensure our safety and that's all you can do. Plus you know better than anyone that the three of us are very skilled with our magic so we are more than capable of taking care of ourselves. Not everything is on you Remus. We knew what we were signing up for when we asked for the four of us to move in together. We love you and everything will be fine I promise.”

Remus just sighed and nodded. 

A part of him honestly did feel better, he knew that he would never be a hundred percent comfortable for that one day a month but it made him feel better to know that you genuinely believed in your words and in him.

“Okay, I'll try to calm down more… I’m just so scared that I'm going to hurt one of you but I'll do my best to keep my anxiety at bay... Thank you, my love.”

Remus wrapped his arm around you and kissed the top of your head just being happy in the moment.

Once a month he loathed his life.

But everyday before and after the full moon he genuinely loved his life.

Right now he loves his life.

He had one of his lovers in his arms while his other two lovers were ‘fighting’.

This is the life he will forever be truly grateful for.

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sirius watching dorian gray (2009) with remus in bfb lmao

Beautiful 😭😭😭😭

— tale as old as time

chapter two

beast!remus x beauty!reader ★ 1.9k words

The sun had risen in Riquewihr, your father's chickens clucking outside of your small home on the outskirts of town. You tiptoed through the house to not wake up your father, grabbing and putting on your shrug that was laying over a chair. Collecting the book you had to return to Mister Longbottom from the dining room table you left the house, making your way into the town's center. You wrapped your shrug tighter around you as the brisk morning air ran a chill over you, your shoes echoing over the cobblestone path. You always went to the bakery first to make sure you got the freshest bread for you and your father.

"Good morning Madame Potter, you look puzzled." You chuckled as she walked up to the baker's stand.

"I woke up today feeling like I've lost something again, I just don't remember what." the merchant replied, one of her ceramic bowls in her hands as she looked around her space in confusion. She stopped her search to grab a fresh loaf from her basket and handing it over to you in exchange for a few coins. "Where are you off to today, amie?"

"I just finished reading this book, I'm on my way to return it now. It's about two lovers in northern Italy."

"Sounds boring." Lily scrunched her nose with a smile.

You laughed and waved at the red head , turning to walk towards the town's tiny library. You didn't have to look around to know that the other villagers were staring at you. Since arriving, your father and yourself were often pushed aside and looked down upon. Your father was older, and an inventor. Apparently being the two meant that there was something off in your head. And you, a young woman with no intention of finding herself a husband, were promised to a life of loneliness and poor lifestyle. Many assumed that once your father was gone, you would end up on the streets begging for scraps, a woman with nothing with the ability to read, deeming you useless.

Lucky for you, friendship was easily found in Lily Potter and Frank Longbottom, the kind owner of the library. You continued your stroll, the bell tower ringing to indicate the start of the day.

The town square was the most colorful part of the village, stands full of perfectly picked flowers and buckets of the season's harvests. Vendors shouted over the crowd selling textiles and meats, a cleaver just barely missing your arm as you got pushed around the hustle and bustle of the market.

"Y/N!

A self proclaimed war hero. An arrogant hunter who all the women in the village were in love with. Evan Rosier was Riquewihr's most eligible bachelor, his tall stature and aristocratic features apparently the best thing since fresh bread. He wasn't the brawniest, but he held himself such a way that made all the ladies swoon.

"Here, beautiful flowers for a beautiful lady."

You did your best to keep a polite smile on your face as Evan just about shoved the bouquet into your arms. This unfortunately wasn't your first encounter with the hunter, and you feared it wasn't the last. You knew he was considered the most handsome man in the village, but no amount of attractiveness could overlook such a sour and vain personality. Glancing down at the colorful arrangement of flowers in her hands, you nodded towards Evan and took a step back to continue on your stroll.

"Thank you Evan, I'll see you-"

"Dinner, tonight. I'll arrive just before sundown." he smirked,

"Sorry, I'm busy!" You began walking away from him, the flowers slowly getting ripped apart as you squeezed you way through the crowd to further distance from him. Apologies Mister Longbottom, the books will have to wait for another day.

"Not too busy for a gentleman's company, I'm sure!"

You weaved around the market, slipping into an alleyway, holding your breath to hear if he was nearby. As soon as you saw him strut by, you let out a breath of relief, letting yourself leaning against the stone wall for a moment before turning towards the direction of your house.

Surprisingly, Evan wasn't even the worst part of Riquewiher. The villagers weren't as good at whispering as they thought, or perhaps they meant for you to hear all of the mean comments they made daily. You weren't oblivious to the nasty glares and insults. You didn't share the same miniscule mindset as everyone else, and you wished that one day you could leave it all behind and explore what else the world has to offer. Until then, your books will have to do.

With your little cottage just up ahead, the coast felt clear. But of course with your luck, an obnoxious smile and shiny boots stopped you in your path.

"That's a nice book you have there."

"Evan, do you read?"

You stand there looking confused as he let out a boisterous laugh, shaking his head. "What kind of man do you take me for, of course I don't."

"Of course, how silly of me to assume there was anything in that head of yours besides.. well, is there even a brain in there?"

"Ladies mustn't speak like—" You shut the door behind and blew out a breath, relieved to be at home in your safe space. Hearing your father's whistling from the dining room table, you smiled and walked over to him hunched over his newest invention. It seemed to be his favorite project, a small metal replica of what you believed to be your old family home in Paris. Inside sat tiny figurines identical to your father, mother, and a small bundle which had to have been yourself.

"I don't think the villagers like me very much."

"What's not there to like about you? You're beautiful, very smart, and most importantly, you're kind." he sent you a certain look, the side of his mouth twitching up. "Sort of like someone I used to know."

Your eyes softened at his response. It warmed your heart to know that no matter how much time went on since your mother's passing, his love for her never faded.

Your father gives you a sympathetic smile, coming over to kiss the top of your head before turning back around to collect his things and packing them in a trunk. That's right, it was the time of year that your father left town and traveled to the market to sell his work and meet other creatives. Though you'd missed him dearly, his trips took no longer than a few days.

"Alright my little flower, what shall I bring you back?"

"You already know father. All I'd like is a rose."

The journey to the market was a relatively easy and familiar one. Your father and family horse, Philippe, take the same woodland route every few months. Upon reaching a fork in the road he doesn't remember existing, a breeze of cold air runs through the forest, sending a bit of a chill throughout his body.

"Well Philippe, we've got to make sure we pick the right path." he laughed to himself , nudging the horse towards the right. This path was unfamiliar, but it couldn't take him too far off from his destination. Besides, he'd look bad making that joke to Phillippe only to take the opposite route.

He had to say, the treetops blocking out the sun did make it a little chillier, and the lack of the usual river he followed deprived him from the calming sounds of the running water. The two continued on through the forest, making the most of the greenery and the.. snow?

Philippe's hoof clacking became muffled as the fluffy snowfall increased, a far away howl waking up the artist from his calm state. He was not at the age to try an outrun any wolves, especially not with the precious cargo he had strapped to his horse. Nudging his hooved friend with his calf, they carefully trotted along. The sun had begun setting an hour later, making it harder to see for the older man. Philippe and himself were tired, they were not expecting for this journey to take as long as it had, perhaps he should've taken the left path instead. Just as he was about to give and set up camp among the trees, metal gates came into view. As they got closer, he realized that the metal gates stood at the entrance of a large garden, with an even larger castle standing tall behind it.

With the drop in temperature, your father wasted no time in passing through the gates, tying Philippe up outside, and entering the castle. The foyer was dark, apart from the warm glow from the crackling fireplace. He quickly made his way over to the the heat, rubbing his hands together and letting out a big sigh of relief from escaping the cold even just for a moment.

A clinking of ceramic pulled his attention away from the fire, eyes scanning the room. They finally fell upon a a teacup sitting on a saucer, sliding across the floor in his direction. The teacup then looked up at him with his eyes and spoke. "Mum said I wasn't allowed to move, in case I scare you. But you looked cold so I thought you might like a hot cup of tea."

He blinked, nodded politely while his mind ran a thousand kilometers a minute. "Right, well.. I actually-"

Your father may not be young enough to outrun wolves but he hopes he's faster than this teacup. Philippe's lead had never been untied faster, hoping he was only experiencing hypothermia induced hallucinations while inside. He mounted the horse find his way to his original destination when he notices rose vines nearby, a speckles of red peeking out from the sheet of snow.

"Oh," A cloud of cold breath joins his laugh, "How could I forget?"

Jumping off Philippe, he step towards the prettiest flower to take home to you, when a deep snarl stops him in his tracks. He looks up just as the shadow looming over him presents itself, shaggy fur and giant horns making him fall back onto the snow. He tries to crawl quickly back to Philippe but the monster took hold of his arm and dragged him back into the castle. The frightened horse manages to escape and run off, leaving his owner in the hands of the massive predator.

"Please, let me go! I'll never tell a soul I was here, I promise!" his cries echoed through the candle-lit stairwells on the towers, reaching no one. Roughly thrown into the cell by the creature, he sat with his back against the wall and held his arm in pain.

"Oh I'll make sure of it." The giant beast growled lowly, locking the cell door and stomping away.

Your father had slumped down in his cell, his heart feeling heavy thinking of you alone back home. The stone was ice cold and rough, and the cell had a large opening that led to nothing but what seemed to be a fifty foot drop to his death.

On the steps leading to the West Wing sat a clock, a candelabra, a teapot, and a teacup. They watched in sorrow as their master stomped passed by them to his bedroom where an encased rose sat, one of its enchanted petals falling off and wilting away.

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The amount of Snape stans I’ve blocked just keeps growing. Yes, James and Sirius were bullies when they were younger. Yes they weren’t good people. But guess what? Neither was Snape. All I see are justification posts for his behavior and being a death eater. Lemme repeat it again, there is NO justification in the world for joining nazi’s. None. You can argue that Sirius also came from an abusive home but somehow forget that when defending your greasy fave. Especially when his family was full of death eaters. If there’s anyone who should’ve joined the death eaters, it was Sirius. Pureblood, rich heir Sirius who grew up surrounded by darkness yet chose the light. You know why I stan the marauders? Because despite them being little shits when they were younger, they all redeemed themselves more than enough. They matured, stop being assholes, and did great things. James Potter fought the wizard Nazi’s that Snape joined. He gave his life fighting Voldemort and lost his family. Sirius came from an abusive home and lost everyone when he was disowned. He spent 12 years in Azkaban for a crime he didn’t commit and then gave his life fighting the death eaters that Snape joined. Remus was a werewolf who didn’t have friends until the marauders. He gave his life fighting the death eaters and lost his life doing it as well. Remus, Sirius, and James all fought the death eaters and lost their lives because of it. I prefer the people that were bullies when they were younger but grew out of it, instead of the bully who continued being a bully and abused children. The bully who used his power as a school teacher to make his students lives a living hell. The bully that threw Harry on the ground. The bully that terrorized Neville to the point that he was his boggart. The bully that mocked Hermiones teeth so much that she permanently changed it to avoid his bullying. The bully that egged Sirius and taunted him while living in his abusive childhood home. The bully that tried to expose Remus for being a werewolf, knowing it would ruin his life.

just thinking about how the song Go To War by Nothing More is a very good representation of the Marauders in wartime

Wolfstar x Songlyrics

Inspo brought to you by Love is the Devil by Natalie Jane... Warnings: The Prank™️, swearing, maybe toxic!Wolfstar, songlyrics, bad English probably.

I can never really tell the truth

Whenever somebody brings up you

Remus could never forgive Sirius. Remus knew that after The Prank nothing would be the same but for everyone to ask what happened to him and Sirius really fucking bugged him. He could never tell them that Sirius hurt him so bad that their relationship would never return to how it was.

Hear your name, sets a flame

Burns to think of all the shame

He trusted him. Remus trusted Sirius. The past tense being the key because when Sirius initiated The Prank that trust went away as fast as Snivellus ran away from the monster Remus was. And when people mention Sirius, Remus feels the betrayal literally burn in the place where his heart should be. Remus knows his heart isn’t there anymore, only broken pieces of what once was.

After all the shit you put me through

Especially 'cause your love was all I knew

His first and last true love. That was what Sirius promised he would be for Remus. To feel cherish as long as they both shall live. But as Remus walks the halls of Hogwarts the only thing he feels is pain as the memories with Sirius in those halls hit him with full force.

Looking back at photographs

When you would hide behind that mask

When the pictures on his nightstand would move, Remus’ attention would always draw to the photograph of him and Sirius in Hogsmeade. Sirius smiling at the camera Remus smiling at Sirius. Was it Sirius’ plan all along to ruin what they had built or was it just an impulsive decision that cross always cross his mind?

I always wondered if I was fine

You made me believe that lie

Always saying it was okay what they did, always believing what he told him. Remus could see it now. It wasn’t fine, it was never fine. They should have never gotten together, never met. It would’ve cost Remus a whole lot less if they never met.

Love is the devil, I can't explain

Just how your words do some shit to my brain

If Sirius told him he was sorry now, Remus would probably forgive him. He is like a drug. He knows Sirius is bad for him but he can’t help but want more, want the comfort it gives him. So he keeps ingesting more and more until it kills his heart. Or him.

Love is the devil, it always tries

To come in and haunt me and mess with my mind

The problem now is that Remus needs him. Remus needs Sirius to help him feel okay again. Even if he is the reason he doesn’t feel okay anymore. He learnt how to be dependent and now he doesn’t want to be alone again.

It is bitter that I won't let myself leave

Remus will end back in Sirius’ arms. Remus knows it. They have been through to much together to split because of one mistake Sirius made. But the mistake was so big that Remus also knows that the relationship they will have in the future will be a fragment of what it could have been.

I am stuck in all the history

The happy memories, now I see

The memories are the worst. All the time they would sneak around in the halls. Go into broom closets together just because Sirius needed some attention. Remus relives everything as his own twisted show in his head as he walks through the halls. His brain’s way of being toxic to itself, convincing Remus he is overreacting and the happy memories far outweigh the bad.

Love is the devil, blinded by hate

Started a war with my heart, I'm like

But while a war of love and hate is ensuing in his brain, Remus’ heart is slowly picking up its pieces. Every piece representing a memory with Sirius, good and bad. And just as Remus’ head comes to the conclusion that the good outweighs the bad, his heart is trying to smooth out the crevices that the breaking of his heart, and the mending of it, has made. Coming to the conclusion that maybe there won’t be a next time and even if there was, it would never be this bad.

Maybe I've been mad

Maybe Remus could forgive Sirius.

Remus and Calculus, a fitting combination.

Not how I usually portray him but I’m also not mad about it

In my French class, two girls were talking about ATYD, so, naturally, I had to notify them I also know the gay men. I couldn’t work out a way to do it, and panicked when they started walked out of the class. As a normal, functioning piece of society, I coughed excessively, blurted ‘CRIMSON RIVERS’, then threw myself at a table in embarrassment.

Sirius stared around at the students milling over the grass, looking rather haughty and bored, but very handsomely so

- Sirius Orion Black

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